She comes, smiles and leaves. But in her eyes I see everything I want. She has beautiful hair, lighty and harmonious, rebellious and brilliant. She has those strange brown eyes. She has that voice soft and fine, mesmerizing and seductive. She have a woman's hips, large, perfect curves. She has that smile that captures and destroys. She has that dreamed independence. She's the indecipherable formula that seasoned my spirit. I don't know her name. I don't want to talk about her past. I don't care about your family. I don't know what works. I don't want to be who admire her style. I just want to know if you love me ;)
